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102 LETTERS FROM THE
Calais, November 6tL
We had the finest passage imaginable, of four
hours; not a sail shifted, or a rough wave,- the
sun shining, and the wind warm; both coasts as
clear as rockwater, and seen at the same time.
The price was very high; five and twenty guineas
for one of Minet's boats.
When we arrived, the quay was covered with
men in as many strange attires as if we had come
to a rendezvous of all the nations of the earth.
Scarcely two were equipped alike; most of them
were dressed in cloaks, large wrappers, great-coats,
rugs, &c., and muffled up as if they were in Ice-
land. The strange diversity of hats and caps
(most of the former enormous) was truly comical.
There were no red caps among them.
At the custom-house they offered for sale, and
prudence induced us to purchase, little tricolour
cockades, at fifteen sous apiece, which we placed
on the side of the crowns of our hats.
It was Sunday, and Sunday is observed here,
for nobody will have anything to say to Decades,1
i The revolutionary months were divided into three
dfoades, or epochs, of ten days each, thus making three
hundred and sixty. The remaining five days were called
jours compUmentaweS) and were devoted to feasting. The
names of these months, the first of which commenced on